These kids...

On Wednesday, we had to bring the Megster over for Kindergarten Screening, where they make sure she's upto snuff.

They took her into a room, I had to wait outside and they asked her a bunch of questions.
We then went down to another room where she had a "speech evaluation".
Of course, this all makes me very nervous, and I coached her for a good week on making sure she knew her basics(name, phone number, address, and that beer and wine should not be mentioned at any cost during the interview). Hell, that morning I even gave her face an extra squeaky cleaning, then did another spit cleaning before we entered the building. And, as an added bonus I MADE SURE SHE HAD UNDERWEAR ON.

Since clothes are such an issue in my home, we are sometimes sans the undergarments.

After we got out of the building, I was curious to know what they asked her, and because she's so smart and can sense that, I knew I had to ask this very delicately.

After about ten minutes of "did they ask this question" and her response of "no" I finally just said "Fine, what DID they ask you"

She replied "I am too tired to tell you right now"

Since I am trying to "let go more" I said very merrily "Ok, maybe you will tell me later after a nice rest"

To which she replied "Later....I won't remember".

Now is when I thank my lucky stars that my second child, is a laid back easy going mamma loving boy.
Who must have sensed my need for him to be as wonderful as he usually is and he turned on me.
That little sweet Sesame Street loving boy -- completely -- and utterly -- TURNED ON ME.

How, you ask?

He was getting ready for bed last night, when I could not locate his binky. I didn't panic. In fact, I had a whole stash of "old binkes" in my dresser drawer. I smugly went to get one, all the while patting myself on the back for being so intelligent, prepared and an all around good mother.

I bring over this new binky and exclaim "here you go sweetie".
Jake took it, examined it, crossed his eyebrows and threw it clear across the room.

Now, I started to sweat a bit.

I went and retrieved another one, different color, hoping this would work.

He threw that one at me more as if to say "let's face it bitch, I know these are not the ones I prefer so your little jig is up".

I put him in the crib and walked away.

An hour later, the screaming stopped, but too be sure, I crept into his room, he was sound asleep. I put the two thrown binkies next to his head, thinking if he needed it middle of the night, he'd forget all about this little earlier incident and just happily take it.

Around midnight, I was able to test that theory.
I actually saw him wake up, reach for it, get pissed off, stand up and throw them across the room, not even fully awake.

Now, he went back to sleep, thank god, but at 6am, I was not as lucky.
He was up, pissed off and having NO PART OF THESE BINKIES.

I think....the two of them are in co-hoots again. I just can't PROVE it.

Comments

[Migdana]

Well said.